Chapter 125

• Marcel wanted to steal the mouse, but Abigail beat him to it. "Did you think that deleting it means I didn't have a backup?"
• "What do you want to do?" Marcel gritted his teeth and glared at her with hatred.
• "Don't worry, there are still some details I haven't clarified," Abigail's beautiful eyes flickered with confidence as she casually asked, "In the past year, did Mr. Pennington have the leftover fabric from the clothing produced on the company's production line sent to the landfill?"